lizzidoll:

hypnosecrets:

subgirlygirl:

Her submission had been sporadic that week. Girl texted “Sir” here and there when I didn’t expect it. She asked permission to get a pedicure. She did the dishes without being asked and arrived home fifteen minutes before curfew. But there were also days when she didn’t text at all, and when she was distant on the phone.

Sometimes the pendulum swings on its own. And sometimes you have to shove it.

Thursday night, she got home and went straight for the pajama drawer.

“No,” I said. “Shower.”

She was in there for a long time, and when she got out, she had that uncertain look on her face. I handed her a silk nighty.

“Put this on,” I said, “and get into bed.” She did.

I lay down next to her and began to stroke her body. I asked about her day, and she answered with distracted sentence fragments as I squeezed and pinched and slapped and claimed. And then she shut up mid-sentence as I crawled on top of her and began to kiss her face and her neck.

“You called me Sir twice this week, unprompted,” I whispered between kisses. She said nothing. “That was very good.” I pulled up her nighty, put my hand between her legs, and began to stroke her. She opened her legs for me, a little grunt escaping her lips.

“It’s good when you call me Sir. Do you know that, girl?” She responded with another little grunt. I worked a finger deeper and was greeted with a gush of moisture. “You’re very wet already, girl, do you feel that?” Moan. “You like calling me Sir, and you like being my good, submissive girl. Even if it’s difficult sometimes. Don’t you?” Moan.

But a moan wasn’t going to cut it. Not this time.

“Don’t you, girl?” I repeated. It wasn’t a whisper.

“Yes,” she replied. I stopped, pulled my face away to look at her, and raised my eyebrows.

“Yes, Sir,” she said.

“That’s better.”

I pinned her wrists above her head, put a hand around her throat, and entered her. She gasped. I worked slowly in and out until she was bucking against me, and then I leaned down to whisper between bites on her ear and neck.

“You want me to fuck you hard, girl?”

“Yes, please, Sir,” she said.

“Ask me.”

“Please, Sir, fuck me hard.”

“I think I’ll need to restrain you, first. Would you like that?”

Incoherent moan.

“Would you like that?” I repeated. She nodded.

“Ask me to restrain you, girl.”

“P-Please, Sir….” was all she managed.

I let go, pulled out and stood up. She moaned. I reached into the bedside drawer and retrieved the wrist cuffs, then fastened her arms to my restraint system so that her arms were bound above her head. I tightened the cuffs until I was sure she couldn’t move. Then I sat on her chest, my erect cock suspended above her face. Without being prompted, she craned her neck, reaching up for it hungrily, taking it deep in her mouth. She moved her head in and out, sucking my cock, looking up into my eyes. I reached back and began to stroke her pussy. By now she was soaking wet. I pulled away, lifted her hips, and began kissing my way down her body.

With fingers and tongue, I brought her to the edge. She asked my permission to cum. I refused. She whined and moaned. I stopped all contact, put a hand around her throat, and brought my face within inches of hers.

“Orgasms are for good, submissive girls who obey the rules. Are you a good, submissive, girl?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

“You have been very good this week, haven’t you?”

“Yes – yes, Sir.”

“You’ve been asking permission and calling me Sir and obeying all the rules.”

“Mmm hmm.” She was squirming now, trying to rub her clit against any part of my body. I reached back and began to stroke it.

“Do you know, girl, that you haven’t had an orgasm without my permission in six years?”

“Yes, Sir.” I slipped a finger in, rubbing her clit gently with my thumb. She bucked and moaned.

“It’s because you belong to me, don’t you, girl?” I withdrew my fingers and slapped her pussy. She cried out.

“Yes! This girl belongs to Sir!”

“That’s right. Now,” I began stroking again, “I’m going to let you cum.”

“MMMgaaah!”

I stroked faster. She was getting close. Her breath was ragged. “But you need to know that every time you cum, you become more mine. You know that, don’t you, girl?”

Incoherent moaning.

“Every time you cum, I get a little more of you.”

“Mmmhnnnn hnmmm…”

“I’ll take it all, bit by bit, if I have to, but I’ll take it all, girl. I will have all of you. Do you understand?” She moaned her reply.

Then I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her face to mine.

I said, “How much do you think is left?”

I let her head fall back against the pillow and buried my face in her pussy, licking and humming, two fingers deep inside stroking up and back. She bucked and wiggled and moaned and begged.

“Please Sir… Please let this girl cum.”

“CUM FOR ME.”

She bucked once, twice, three times, and then screamed. I didn’t let up. Her legs shook and twitched.

She screamed again when I entered her. I put one hand on her throat and grabbed her breast roughly with the other and fucked her until the sounds of our bodies slapping sounded like claps of thunder. She didn’t look away from me as I pulled out and kneeled above her. I pulled her nighty up to her neck and twisted it around in my fist, stroking my cock right above her chest.

“I’m going to cum on you,” I said, panting. “I’m going to cum on your face and your chest and your hair and in your mouth, because it all belongs to me.”

“Yes, Sir,” she said, tilting her head back and opening her mouth. It wasn’t enough.

“Ask for it,” I said.

“Please, Sir,” she said, “cum on my face.”

I held her down by the throat. And then I exploded.

This morning, I handed her coffee and a smoothie as she ran out the door to work an event with a friend. Her silver Tiffany collar was fastened proudly around her neck.

“You’re going shopping after, yes?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, reaching for her keys. I kissed her, then watched her pull out of the driveway.

I know she’ll text if she wants to buy anything.

I know she’ll use “Sir.”

© domwithpen, 2013 (reposted as original with his permission)

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